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Shadow, Echo and Déjàvu

by Vinay Krishnan

Dreams from the past that have become realities are often forgotten by the human mind. These forgotten dreams are shadows of the dreamer, says Vinay Krishnan, who insists that certain dreams in life have to be dreamt again and again even if they have become realities.

When I turn around, I see my own shadow,

Cast by the light I walk toward.

From the time we’ve opened our eyes and our mind to the vastness of the world and its unimaginable beauty, we have had desires – dreams.

Dreams of making it big, of finding love, of driving our very own first car, of making our parents say how proud they are of us, of seeing our children achieve something.

We have all had such dreams in life. Something that keeps us going every second.

It’s like our heartbeat, a part of our own self.

We toil, pray, cry, till we get to that goal.

And when we do, we have that moment.

The moment when we are under the illusion of being happy and content.

But then, we move on.

We move ahead of the goal, eyes fixed on another.

 

What happens then to that dream?

What happens to the person with that dream that was once the only dream that made his life meaningful?

It becomes a ghost of the person who once dreamed that dream.

The dream that is now, not only a reality, but also something disappearing in the rear view mirror in the journey of life.

 

I have many dreams.

I want to make cars, be a world famous automobile stylist and designer, and travel the world.

Find love and marry her.

Build a beautiful house by the sea.

But I have shadows of myself, behind all these – an echo of me who loved to write, and read, and sing.

Shadows which are nothing but unfinished stories and broken notes today.

 

Did I achieve these dreams? Well yes, I sure did.

But moving past them made them dreams again.

Dreams that I may not achieve again.

Dreams that may be forgotten, or become things that remind me of who I once used to be.

And while I type these words onto the screen, I feel myself hear the sound of that echo.

The sound of myself, the sound of what I once used to be.

Dejavu.

Maybe I can dream that dream again.

Vinay Krishnan is currently pursuing his post-graduation in Transportation and Automobile Design. Besides being a design student, he’s also a blogger, daydreamer, thinker, and artist by heart. His dream is to change the way people see the automobile and also to own a firm that caters to understanding and designing what people would like to see in their automobile. He blogs at http://myscribblesonpaper.blogspot.in/ and has a chapterised novel at http://mylifeoutofthebox.blogspot.in/

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